Changes

Chapter 12

The smell of peppermint and vanilla hit me instantly. I wonder what brand of shower products he uses cause this is definitely not cologne.

Thirty minutes into the movie, I finished my hot dog and nachos. Justin frequently laughed when a joke was made and kissed my forehead when he felt me snuggle up closer to him, if that was possible.

Suddenly, the one thing we secretly hoped wouldn't happen happened. Justin's phone ranged out of nowhere flashing the nightmare of a word along with her picture; Ashley. Justin stared at it for a split second, debating the pros and cons of answering the phone I guess. He did exactly what I thought he would do. He answered the phone.

"Hey baby," hearing those words was like putting a knife in my chest and twisting it. I moved away from him as far as I could. What are you doing? He has a girlfriend Deliliah! He's not yours. Never will be.

Justin turned to look at me with regret written all over his face.

"Where am I? Just hanging out with the boys," he said.

This is why Justin and I could never be. I finally realized it now. All the lies and sneaking around that we would have to do. It's not fun. It would hurt me deep in my core. I can't do it. It's not like I'm gonna make him choose. I couldn't do that. I don't know what entails with his relationship with Ashley, what it's like; to be honest I don't want to know. I don't want to place him in that position. It's not like he would pick me anyway.

Justin must have sensed my internal battle and placed the popcorn on the ground and slide near me, leaving no space between us again.

"You want me to what? Come over, but babe I'm having a good time with the guys.... Of course I love you, what makes you think I don't? ... Alright fine. Stop crying, please. I'm coming," he replied and hung up the phone connecting with Ashley frustratingly.

He was stressed. It was expressed all over his face. I tried putting my game face on, letting him know that what he said or what we have to do didn't effect me. Even though on the inside, my heart is tearing apart. I picked up all the trash and placed it inside the nearest garbage can. I can tell Justin was watching my every move, but I refuse to look his way. That will only show him how hurt I am. I grabbed the blanket and folded it like it originally was and placed it in the trunk. I picked up the popcorn from the ground and continued to eat on my way to car. I was hesitant on opening the car door. Was he going to be a gentleman again or was that part of him over? I didn't hear him get up from the lawn chair. When I thought I couldn't receive any more pain, my heart dropped to my stomach. Looks like him being a gentleman is over. I opened the passenger door and sat on the seat, slammed the door shut. My only sign to him that I wasn't happy. I saw in the rear view mirror him get up from the lawn chair, folded it back, and placed it in the trunk. The sound of the trunk closing shut almost brought tears to my eyes. He really followed my lead and is actually taking me home? He could've at least said something to me. An apology at least. Maybe he will say something on the way home? I stopped my thoughts before I did something crazy and cry my eyes out right in front of him. That wouldn't be cute. I heard the door open to my right. I couldn't look his way. I heard him get into the car, slammed the door shut, and turn on the ignition. We drove out of the Drive-In and made our way to my house.

No words were said. No apologies. Not even a sound effect, a cough, a sneeze. Nothing but silence and it was the awkward kind. Minutes passed and we reached at my house. I stayed for a second, just in case he wanted at least try to mend my broken heart.

Silence.

That was my cue to go. I walked out of the car and marched my way to the front door. Normally, I would've said thank you to anyone that gave me a ride to any place. That's just how I was raised, but Justin doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve that type of respect. I heard the car pull out of the drive way. I turned around saw him race down the street. I opened the door, hoping I didn't have to face my mother curious questions, and ran to my room. Only to be stopped by a thought that I wished I would've thought beforehand.

How does Justin know where I live?